By Damien Knapp
My heart beats fast
Anxiety, passion, fire
I can’t get past
This deep desire
I see you in mind
But not in reality
I must be blind
You’re all I see
I want to wake
From this dream
For heaven sake
All this streams
Through me for you
Oh blossom, flower
I will be true
And be your power
A heathen conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one
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